Lukes Perspective
I say a quick goodbye to Jade, a fan who asked me to walk with her to the Starbucks on her campus. I pull my hood up and push my sunglasses up higher on my face before walking straight. I reach the stop lights and wait for the light to change colors so I can cross the street. I glance around, glad to see that nobody's spotted me yet. I rush across the street but the second my foot hits the sidewalk and my eyes look straight ahead, I stop. All the air in my lungs seemed to disappear at the sight of her. I know its her, she looks completely different without pink hair and a nose ring but she still looks utterly gorgeous.
Her hand seems to be moving at a fast rate, I believe that she's writing but she could also be drawing. Beside her is a duffle bag that is partially open, clothes are noticeable through the small opening of the bag. She reaches her hand up and pushes a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her hand stops moving and she taps the pencil that is between her fingers on her thigh. She looks up and her eyes immediately focus on something in the distance.
"Berlin" The words are out of my mouth before I have time to think. Her head snaps to the side and her light brown eyes meet mine. Her lips part, a confused look covers her beautiful features and it takes all of me not to cry. She doesn't remember me.
I understand that Berlin and I weren't the closest friends but we were close enough. She stares down at her hands and seems deep in thought, like she has to dig deep in her memory before she can figure out who I am.
Her head snaps up and her eyes meet mine.
"Luke?" Berlins chokes out , her light brown eyes filling with tears.
Berlins Perspective
I stumble through the door with my duffle bag resting on my shoulder. The room is pitch black other than the small sunlight peeking through the curtains. I reach my arm out in front of me and feel the wall until I reach the light switch. I flick it up and feel slightly relieved that Emma, my roommate is not here.
I wouldn't have cared much if Emma was here but its much easier to cry when shes not. I throw my duffle bag off my shoulder and onto my bed across the room. Small sobs break free from behind my lips and I collapse onto the floor beneath me as my mind replays all the memories of the last 3 years and the reasons why I left.
Why did I bother coming back?
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January First l.h
Fanfiction"I'm leaving town for a bit, try not to miss me too much" With a swift kiss on the cheek, she was gone. And that was the last I saw of Berlin Summers... until three years later on January First. Warning: Swearing, self harm, drug use and sexual sce...
